As the Morning Glories Bloom
| Scott rolled into class two weeks after school started. Yesterday, Miss Anela had told them about the dance, and had given them permission slips.
"Scott, I need help with something." Anela could see that he was kind of glum on this particular morning.
"I can't do this without you. You're very important in making this work. Would you do that for me?"
"Okay, we need some more helpers for the dance, you know, people to help serve food and that kind of thing. Could you ask your dad if he would help us?"
"I don't know if he can but...I'll check."
When Kyle Smith came to pick up his son after school, Anela told her aides to make sure everyone got on the bus, so she could have a conference with Scott's father.
"Scott has really been having a hard time in school." She surveyed his countenance. He was tall, with blonde hair and kind, gentle, brown eyes. The lines in his face told her he smiled a lot, or used to smile, that is. All this she gathered from Summer, her aide.
"I am just wondering how I can help him."
"Do you know why he is in a wheelchair?"
"Yes, he wrote it in his journal for me. How can I help him, Mr. Smith?"
"That's really kind of you, Miss Peterson. His other teachers didn't seem to care whether he came in smiling or not. I've noticed something different about you. You always send a smile in the morning, and give each of your students a hug before they leave for the day. The other teacher never did that. It seems you actually care about your students. Scott really enjoys your class. I can't tell you what a difference you've made! He used to dread going to school, and now he loves it."
"Well, thank you Mr. Smith. It's nothing really. I believe that each person is someone special whether they have a disability or not. I'm willing to change this generation, one child at a time. I love each and every one of them in a different way."
"That's obvious in the way you approach your students."
"Would you be willing to help us with a project we have coming up? We're having a dance so the students and their parents can get to know the others in the class. Would you be willing to chaperone?"
"Sure, when is it?"
"It's two weeks from today. It's on Friday, September 14 at 1:00 PM. I'll provide everything, we just need parents."
"Sure, I'll gladly help."
"I asked Scott to ask you if you would help with the dance? He needs to know that he plays an important role in school and at home. I thought this little task would help in raising his self-esteem."
"I really think you're doing a great job with your students, Miss Peterson."
"Thank you, Mr. Smith. If there is anything I can do to help you and Scott, don't hesitate to call." She extended her hand and slipped a small slip of paper into his outstretched one. . She had no way of knowing this, but he smiled at her as he looked at her phone number, , something he hadn't done in two years
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